When I was young You fed me, before I claimed Your name

The words you softly told me, are still in my heart today

To think that I'm your favorite, to think that I'm your son

My faith in You grows stronger, breeds deeper everyday

To think that You're my father, Your blood runs through my veins

To hear You say “This ones mine”, to hear You say “He's my son”

I hear Your voice speak to me, even when I don't call

I feel Your strength run through me, even when I've done wrong

Pieces of you inside of me, to think that I'm your favorite

Game of love I'll play this game of love

I won't lose